innocent

You see the world
The red rivers
The salted puddles of cry
The innocent lost
And how it is
How leaders turn there eyes
How the world ignore
Yet one can speak
Speak for those who don't and can't
For the end of a genocide
Who will speak for them
While many faces turn there checks
While time ticks
While people only see what they want to see
It is still going on

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